Chapter 200

Sarah was caught up in design work for Charlotte White, while on the other side, Alexander Barron was already wrapping up his day at the office. He’d clocked out early, mostly because he missed her. Sitting in the back of the car on the ride home, he suddenly spoke up. "Stop the car." Startled, the driver immediately pulled over. Up front, George Lane looked up from his pile of documents, pushing his glasses back into place. "Mr. Barron, something wrong?" He turned and followed Alexander’s gaze out the window—straight to a flower shop. George blinked, confused for a second. Then it hit him like lightning. Wait—Mr. Barron wants to buy flowers? And who else could they be for, if not— "You’re getting flowers… for Mrs. Barron?" Alexander raised an eyebrow ever so slightly. "It's Qixi today." Right. Qixi. And here he was, a perpetually single assistant stuck in rom-com level awkwardness. George pressed his lips into a tight line, about to suggest Alexander go pick them himself, but the mome